In my interior cave there is a tiny garden at the feet of the dreaming marble seraph bunches of fragile pale violets in crevisses buds of love to be nurtured and protected.
I'm fond of the famous formula of Berkeley “Esse est percipi” , i.e. “To be is to be perceived” in English.
It's distasteful when guys try to shove me around. Hate it!
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